You were the ugliest one of the neighborhood since you were young,
your name was Franco, also known as Frankenstein.
I made fun of you with that little cruel taste
of boys who have everything and it's never enough for them...
With red hair and pimples on the face,
at about sixteen years old you were already two point three meters tall:
a beanpole showing by smiling
the teeth brace and a heart full of questions.
You defended me by rotating like blades
those huge hands you never used
to beat others, scared of hurting them
and now that your life tricked you and you don't know...
How are you old Frankenstein
In a too small hospital bed?
Everyone in the cafè greets you
and you cry, so big and large...
Frankenstein when you will recover,
I promise you we'll buy that raft
and with sea the scar will close, you'll see
and I'll teach you how to swim in the life, Frankenstein
Frank we'll go back on sundays to the stadium,
then at late night we'll end up in a pizzeria
and our dreams will be our video as always
since we've got a periphery blood inside.
Since we all have lost a girl
who married someone else, more handsome and rich than us.
And Francesca never saw your handsomeness,
Frank, since the soul is invisible, you know.
We'll dive back mad studying
since ignorance is the worst disease.
Little duckling, bigger than a wardrobe
hiding a swan who would like to fly away...
Frankenstein now wake up!
don't leave me here alone like an idiot!
Frank come on don't give up!
tell me you get mad and this time you'll defend yourself.
Frankenstein when you will recover
I'll come to take you with two bitches in the car
and we'll spend in a night
all my and your money.
We'll beat once again
this life, Frankenstein.
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